A Coffin Can Carry a Life

At the edge of Accra, the workshop floor becomes a grammar of panels: wawa timber, black keylines, and enamel laid in confident fields. A boat can hold a fisher’s horizon; a cocoa pod can turn a family trade into a public emblem. The object does not hide its message. It carries it brightly through the street.

The shape is the sentence

That directness changes how we look at making. Each lid, seam, stripe, and handle has a job, but the finish leaves room for delight. The builders work from conversation: a person names the life they want remembered, and the form answers with colour. What arrives in the procession is a portrait with hinges.